Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 110 Chapter One Person One City Concert, Music Continues and Sings Continue

In recent days, the residents of the Golden Tower City have been a little annoyed; from the nobles to the common people, except for a very few people who know the inside story, everyone is talking about it, wondering what has gone wrong with His Majesty the Emperor.

All the passages in and out of the city, including the outer customs, checkpoints, and every gate from the outer city to the inner city, were filled with city defense troops. Patrol teams patrolled back and forth on every street, and sheriffs and spies wandered in every alley, tossing every city fox and rat in sight.

Even the emperor felt that this was not enough, so he transferred the "Alba Division" into the city to guard the palace and the Senate. These measures not only brought a lot of inconvenience to the residents, but also made the city's atmosphere more uncomfortable.

Many people recalled the scene a few years ago when Emperor Emhyr eliminated the opposition nobles.

But the problem is that hadn't the conspirators against the emperor been eradicated? Emperor Emhyr not only killed all the opposition leaders and key members, but also dug up their graves and used the bricks from the graves to pave the floor of his palace.

Hence the nickname “the dancing white flames on the enemy’s graves”.

It has only been two or three years. Could it be that there are some fearless people plotting against the emperor? Who is so bold?

No matter how much people talked about it, no one would have thought that the so-called conspirators in the past few days would be so bold as to openly hold a "special concert" under the gallows in Millennium Square; the theme of the concert was "The Unknown First Half of Emperor Emhyr's Life".

The voice blessed by the "loud voice spell" was like the cracking of metal and stone, or like spring thunder breaking through the clear sky. It not only attracted the attention of passers-by in the square, but the singing could also be heard two blocks away and was still clearly audible.

Although he had sung all the way from Nasir to Medina, Dandelion had stopped performing publicly from the Kingdom of Ebin until he entered the City of Golden Tower, so it was the first time for the residents of the imperial capital to enjoy the performance of the bard.

As a result, after listening to only a few paragraphs, everyone looked at each other in shock; the more they listened to these lyrics, the more they felt that they matched the towering gallows behind the singer!
The residents living under the imperial city generally had a good political awareness and soon realized that these songs were not to be listened to or sung; but no one could curb their curiosity and desire for gossip.

As they listened, they thought: It's okay, the sheriff will soon come to stop this madman, and the city defense troops and patrols will also be here soon...

So the more you can listen to, the better! After all, the law does not punish everyone, so when the singer is arrested, can't we just disperse?

So a group of people listened carefully with their ears pricked up, with "angry" expressions like "I can't bear to hear it", "the singer is a traitor", and "I can never forgive the performer", for fear of missing a word.

As the audience expected, Dandelion's singing lasted less than five minutes. The lyrics only covered the part about Emperor Emhyr disguising himself to seduce the fourteen-year-old Princess Pavitala when the sheriff and the city defense troops arrived.

The officers and soldiers were furious, shouting to disperse the crowd while pushing their way to the gallows. When they got there, they found that there were more than a dozen black-clad soldiers lying in a mess under the gallows, all of whom were their comrades who had patrolled the square earlier.

It has to be said that Nilfgaardian soldiers generally have good military qualities, even the city defense forces are no exception; when they see their comrades lying on the ground, they immediately realize that there is a strong enemy nearby, and at the commander's command, all the soldiers draw their swords at the same time and stand ready for battle.

"Stop singing, shut up!" A sheriff stepped forward and shouted; but after he had only said a few words, his legs went limp for some reason and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Be on guard!" The city defense troops immediately formed a huge shield array, and someone shouted, "Go up and drag him down!"

The soldiers split into three groups, one group ran towards the steps of the gallows, one group climbed directly from the front, and the other group stayed where they were, looking around for hidden enemies. Dandelion was so scared that his legs went weak, and his singing was rare but natural.

With a loud "boom", the sound of a drum, like thunder from the blue sky, forcefully interrupted the cheerful and melodious tone of the lute, waking the poet suddenly from his panic.

The steps on one side of the gallows suddenly collapsed. The soldiers who had climbed up fell back all over the place before they could even show their heads. They lay on the ground like rolling gourds. The shock wave from the explosion made their internal organs churn and they felt like vomiting. They struggled on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

"Keep playing, keep singing." The childish boy's voice sounded in Dandelion's ears, scaring him so much that he quickly lowered his head to adjust the strings to find the rhythm again.

At the same time, the noose that was originally wrapped and stored on the gallows began to slide on its own without anyone pulling it; the rope head fell down and hit the soldiers who were climbing up the gallows head-on.

The thick noose seemed to come alive, chasing after the soldiers and wrapping around them; some had their hands and feet tied up, some had their waists and backs broken. Each soldier who climbed onto the stage was tied up in a different posture and hung high on the top of the gallows.

A pale blue flame fell from the gallows and hit the shields of the last group of soldiers; it was like dense hail falling from the sky, with great force, hitting all the shields and making them shake. This was the effect of "flying sand and running stones".

Unable to resist, the soldiers retreated step by step behind their shields, and soon lost their composure. The first soldier stumbled and fell to the ground, and then the second and third soldiers stumbled, and the shield formation was broken.

Seeing that the nearby threat was temporarily lifted, Dandelion relaxed a little, and the singing finally returned to its original tune.

Although the audience in the audience were scared away, it didn’t matter; with the blessing of the “loud voice mantra”, let alone running out of the square, even if they ran two blocks away, it would not affect the effect of listening to the song.

More city defense troops came to support from different streets, but no one could get within fifty feet of the gallows. Instead, in just five minutes, more than twenty wounded were left lying on the ground crying and wailing.

The city defense army is an internal security force and lacks long-range weapons, so they can only watch the showy man on the gallows continue to "sing loudly".

Little did he know that the "showy man" was also in tears; compared to "being burned to ashes and thrown into the sewer if he didn't sing, dying silently without even a grave", singing could at least keep him alive temporarily, and even if he was really strangled to death by the noose behind him in the future, future generations would at least remember the name Dandelion.

Alas... those in the audience want to go up, and those on the stage want to go down.

Fortunately, whether on or off the stage, the dilemma of being unable to advance or retreat will not last long. In the corner of the street in the distance, a regular army in full black armor is rushing towards here.

Unlike the city defense troops who lacked long-range weapons, this field force was fully equipped with all kinds of weapons. When they were still hundreds of steps away from the square, the archers among them gradually slowed down their pace and began to draw their bows.

On the flag flying high was embroidered a black eagle on a white background; this flag represented one of the empire's most elite troops - the Alba Division.

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